Wreckognizable

I am the history
of the bars your genes
grew on your thigh
sometimes i get too nervous
and hit the wrong key
sometimes I give up on living
normally shhh the glass of wine
is saying something kind of lovely
your lips are turning something
kind of disgusting a dark
maroon cuddling in between
your yellowing teeth
is that why you never smile
at me?
Today it rained and a moth
landed behind my ear.
Tomorrow it's supposed to be
warm and you'll still be
going through a hard time
just like last year like the rest of us
white people why is that
a reason to not say thank you
when I told you about my fear
of being a woman to you?

I don't strum
with any one pair of hands
on my head anymore.

The pollen has come and It's a mess.